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I want to tell my mum that we have very little control over what our bodies do, in the end; they are their own beasts, and do not require our consent to change in ways that bewilder and alarm us.

In Language Strange

Rosa looks at the four red pinpricks on her arm and thinks again about killing herself. She doesn’t want to die but the notion of self-obliteration is a comfort to her, somehow, sustaining her when the walls of her life press in too tight. 

Rosa's

One week after Jamie’s death, still mired in grief, you’re scrolling Instagram – bereavement or no bereavement, what else is one to do? – when a post grabs your attention and holds it fast.

The Gift

They used the same picture of Meggie in all the newspapers, back in 1997 when she first went missing.

Robyn Jefferson

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